Artist/Band:
J. Cole
Lyrics for Song: Bun B. For President
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - J. Cole
Uh-uh
Ha! Yeah
N*gga, aye
Yeah, uh
Below that mason dixon my residence, dirty South Confederate
Aye, we should hold elections, I say Bun B for president
He represent them real n*ggas
TX to ATL, to NC, yeah them Ville n*ggas
Them Trill n*ggas
Chill n*gga it's that rider sh*t
My bottom b*tch say "I'm not a b*tch, boy I got a b*tch"
I keep her ass in Prada sh*t, these rappers counterfeit
I probably train n*ggas, yeah this that teach you how to sh*t
I'm bout this sh*t, my minds a glock, my mouths the clip
My words is bullets, I'm bout to spit
I leave you leakin', you lay in peace as if the streets a couch and sh*t
You see me on my bouncing sh*t, watch out I put you out this sh*t
Man I'm making so much money, gotta pay somebody to count this sh*t
Probably gonna make my accountant sick
Boy I'm higher than the mountains get
These new n*ggas ain't talkin bout nothing
Cause it's obvious they ain't been around this sh*t
So they bound to split where they go down, profound with these pronouns
Ladies loving J. Cole now so you better not bring your hoe round
You know the residence, dirty south confederate
Ate we should hold elections, I say Bun B for president!
He represent them real n*ggas
TX to ATL, to NC, yeah them Ville n*ggas
Them Trill n*ggas
Hey!
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